Ariadne called a thanks to the driver as she followed Freyr out, straightening her skirt a little and feeling a little bad for the grandmother... but it wasn't like she could have seen where Freyr's hand had almost been.
Still, the bus and the rest of the passengers were pulling quickly away, and none of them were going to see where Ariadne's hands were going to go. She giggled, and pulled him quickly along behind her. The flat was only a few doors down from the bus stop, but it was up three flights of stairs with no elevator, so by the time she was unlocking the front door she was a little out of breath - could she blame the stairs? "You look so good a little flushed," she said, turning the key in the lock with one hand and reaching out to touch his face with her other.